Like dust in an old house,
The bustle and busyness settles.
Quiet takes over as
Loved ones take their leave.
Flotsam emerges in colorful bits
Of tinsel and paper
As he wanders through
Empty rooms.
Shadows of melancholy
Edge the memories kindled today;
Loneliness waits in the wings,
Ready to take over the night.
Then your Spirit speaks to remind-
Love is the “why” for the occasion,
Eternity is the gift,
And “alone” is a myth.
Dreams of Shadow and Light 